If they don't hang us, you better watch out for Jim, Hutto said. We got plenty of men to keep the stock moving. He turned his eyes toward the Hell Bitch and smiled--the sight of her seemed to cheer him more than anything. He trotted what he judged to be about a half a mile from Lorena's camp before stopping and dismounting.
He was too shaken with relief. Nebraska, I mean. He was wavering in his mind whether to stay or go. He's headed for the Purgatory this time, I bet.
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